Disclaimer: I just like to borrow and play with the Winchesters.
I have had a couple of requests to vamp up my stories on the sexual content. So I decide to do another AU story apart from the Remington universe and Deana and Sadie universe and make it just a little hotter. So if you don't like explicit turn away now.
ON THE BEACH AFTER MIDNIGHT
My name is Isabeau Tharoe; I am a twenty nine year old registered nurse who just broke up with my boyfriend of three years. I thought he was the one, yeah right.
Three years is a long time to be with someone and then suddenly they are gone. How can someone you think you know so well end up being a total stranger? That's what I couldn't stop thinking about three wasted years and what if it happened again? I didn't want my life to be like that at all, I sure as hell didn't want to start over.
I couldn't sleep this warm muggy night so I was outside walking on the beach that I lived by in the beach house that my parents had left me. Jacob had kept his own apartment in the city and we decided to not live together until we were married.
"Thank God we never lived together." I muttered out loud. It was hard enough breaking up at least I didn't have to deal with him moving out too.
I stepped onto the pier and walked to the end and stared at the water. 'What the hell' I thought and I slipped off my sleeping shorts and t-shirt, I wore nothing underneath why wear underwear to sleep? Beside no one ever came to the beach here hardly even during the day even less at night since the nine people that had drowned. I had already been questioned twice but could provide no clues.
Why would I want to swim where people had died recently? I was hot and just wanted to cool down.
The water was nice against my skin and I relished the coolness, maybe it would help me sleep. I ducked my head under the water and suddenly I was being pulled down.
Panic filled me as I kicked strongly but whatever had me wouldn't let me go. I have been a strong swimmer all of my life but this swim was all downward and I can hold my breath only so long.
My lungs burned and I kept fighting. How could it be fair that I just lost my boyfriend and now I was going to drown and the dumb jerk was probably going to think that I killed myself over him, not many men are worth that.
My vision began to darken and suddenly a whirl of motion was around me but I had been down too long as my eyes slid shut I stared into incredible green eyes for just a moment and then darkness dragged me away.
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'Who's kissing me?' I thought groggily feeling lips against mine but then I was coughing and spitting up water. I felt hands help me turn on my side and I was trying hard to catch my breath. Finally I settled my breathing back to normal and I wanted to know who had apparently saved me.
I turned onto my back again and was looking up into those piercing green eyes that I had seen in the water. My heart thudded a bit faster the most delicious specimen of man hovered over me. A very tall drink of water and even after almost drowning I was very thirsty.
"Are you alright miss?" A low raspy voice asked me.
All I could do was stare at him because I could never remember droplets of water making a man look so hot. I must have hit my head.
"I think I'm ok." I answered unsure and then I remembered that I was naked and I felt so embarrassed but reaching to cover myself at least with my hands I found that he had covered me with what appeared to be an over shirt.
Well at least he wasn't a perv. Still he had to have gotten quite a view pulling me out of the water and probably had copped quite a feel on top of that but he had saved my life so I wasn't going to file harassment charges on him.
"I'll help you back to your house." He murmured to me standing up and handing me my clothes. "You can wear my shirt for now if you like." He smiled sweetly and my heart fluttered, the man's smile was to die for, one of those smiles that no matter what you have to smile back because it just would light up a room.
"Thanks." I mumble, deciding that I would just slip his shirt on because I didn't think I felt up to struggling into my clothes and beside I got to look at his bare chest a little longer because he had pulled off his soaking wet t-shirt. I tried to be discreet about looking him over; he had nice muscle tone and an awesome six pack going. I noticed the tattoo on his chest over his heart and think that it has something to do with devil worship.
He seemed to read my mind and sighed. "It supposed to ward off demons." And I get the feeling he has had to explain it many times.
"Demons?" I asked "See many of those?"
He laughed a slight laugh. "You'd be surprised."
He helped me stand and I feel light headed but I managed to stay vertical still I lean on him just a bit I might have just almost drowned but I wasn't stupid enough to not try to touch this hard body.
"What in the hell were you doing swimming at this time of night?" He asked as he pulled me to start walking and he bends to pick up a duffle bag.
"I was hot and what the hell were you doing out here to be able to save me?" I replied.
"I'm investigating the deaths." He answered.
"You're with the police?"
"Something like that." He huffed.
"Well thank you for saving my bacon." I mumble. "I probably would have been considered a victim."
"You almost were." He said barely.
"Huh?"
"Nothing hey do I need to help you inside?" He asked looking down at me. He is a tall one.
I just want to see him a little longer so I nod. He smiled that damn smile and I am so glad that he can't hear my heart beat. Seconds later I'm glad that he is beside me because as soon as I started up the steps my world tilted and I fell.
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My name is Dean Winchester and I am a hunter. No I don't hunt Bambi or Dumbo or Simba, I hunt evil things and I save lives. Well I should say we because my little brother is my partner in the crazy ass job.
We are in Kingston Beach investigating a string of strange drowning's, it seems people are just drowning when they weren't even supposed to be anywhere near the water. Just a coincidence that they all drowned nearly in the same area, in our line of work coincidences don't exist.
Sam and I have been investigating for a few days now and Sam had done the police questioning of families and people who lived close to the beach where the drowning occurred but so far no witnesses.
I decided that we need to be on the beach at night when all of the drowning's have happened and I tell Sam I'll handle that alone so that he can rest and keep researching. He's not too thrilled with me going alone but I win as usual. I am the big brother after all.
The night is dragging and I'm glad that Sam isn't with me because he would have been sighing loud bored sighs. I am just sitting in the dark watching having walked there since the motel where were staying wasn't too far off.
I see the woman walking and I look at my watch it's nearly two in the morning and she's out alone in her sleeping clothes, by the look on her face she's got a lot on her mind and can't sleep. She walks to the end of the pier and stares at the water. The next thing I know she's peeling off her clothes and I find myself staring a little too hard. I feel like a peeping Tom since she has no idea that I'm there, yet I don't turn away. She's got a lot going on for her and I'm pathetic. I haven't been with a woman in a while the last few encounters were troublesome to say the least.
She slips into the water and she looks happy to be feeling the cool water and I'm happy to be having a live show she'll never know I was there….oh yeah never mind because she goes under water and doesn't come back up. I see bubbles rising and I know that something is wrong. I run toward the pier tossing my over shirt and duffle aside and jump in where she went down. At first I can't see anything then I see her struggling something has her. She doesn't see it by I do red glowing eyes stare at me from behind the woman. A water wraith great and I don't have my silver knife on me it's in my duffle and I can't exactly go retrieve it.
I have to save this woman I can see that she's fading so I do what I always do I go in head first without thinking about anything but saving this woman. The woman looks at me and then her eyes slide shut and I grab her and pull. The wraith isn't too keen on letting go and probably plans on drowning two of us now but I am a hunter after all and I may not have my silver knife but I have my silver lock pick and there it went into the wraiths eye and it comes at me I twirl the woman out of the way and feel a sharp sting on the back of my shoulder. The water whirled and it was gone, I hadn't killed it but I had let it know I was there.
I quickly swim up and head towards the pier holding onto the woman who is very naked against me lifting her onto my shoulder I am able to climb the small ladder up onto the pier. I sure am glad I ate my Wheaties today. I lie her down on the pier and I realize that she's not breathing. "Son of bitch." I groan I make a run for my over shirt and toss it over her because if I'm going to give her CPR I am not touching her bare chest although under other circumstances those sisters would be my playground.
I have her breathing in two tries and I'm relieved she's coughing and sputtering out water so I help her turn. Finally she seems alright and she turns to lie back down looking up at me with these big hazel eyes, for a minute I think something is wrong and I ask her if she's alright and after what seems to be a few minutes of staring at me she answered.
I offer to let her wear my shirt even as I hand her her clothes because I really don't want to have to stand by while she gets dressed. I am praying that she doesn't realize that I was there all along and she's still a bit out of it. I give her one of my best smiles just in case she thinks that I might hurt her. I pull off my wet t-shirt because I hate the way it's clinging to me.
I noticed that she was staring at my chest and it raised my ego until I realized that she was eyeing my tattoo. Why does everyone think it's about devil worship? I've met him and he's no one worth worshipping.
I tell her it's to ward off demons and she asks me if run into many of those. I had to control the hysterical laughter that almost erupted from me.
"You'd be surprised." I tell her helping her too stand and she leans against me. I walk with her picking up my duffle. I feel a bit ruffled seeing her wearing nothing but my shirt that hangs down to mid-thigh. I ask her why she would be out this late. She tells me that she was hot. Still are I think to myself.
When she asks me what I am doing out there this late I had to tell her I was investigating the deaths it was the only thing that made sense. She assumed I was police I had a badge somewhere.
She thanks me for saving her bacon and I savor it a bit we don't get many of those.
We reach the front of her house and I ask her if needs me to help her inside she still looks pale and shaky. She nods her head and I smile at her trying to reassure that it's ok. We start up the steps and barely make it half-way when she suddenly falls and I catch her. She has just fainted and I panic. I lift her up and carry her to the door grateful that she didn't lock it I managed to open it and I take her to the sofa and lay her down gently.
I shake her lightly and all I can say is hey because I don't know her name, she's breathing and that's the best I can hope for at this point. I see that my over shirt has bunched up high up on her thighs and I gulp. Life is so unfair. I cup her face in my hands and she finally opens her eyes, she smiles at me and I feel relieved that she awake.
I go to turn on the light and I hear her gasp and I turn back to her fast looking at her worriedly.
"You're bleeding." She tells me as she sits up. I have no idea what she's talking about until she standing behind me and she gently touches my back with her hands. It's then I feel the pain and sting. The wraith had gotten me.
"How bad is it?" I ask her.
"It's going to need stitches." She says calmly.
I think it's way cool that she's not one of those chicks that gets all sick at the sight of blood but I'm really surprised when she walks into a room and comes back with a first aid kit almost as big as the one Sammy and I lug around.
"I'm a nurse." She tells me before I can ask. "You're going to have to wash that salt water off before I do anything so there's a shower down the hall throw your clothes in the hall and I'll wash them for you and they should be done by the time I clean and stitch the cut."
She's bossy I think but I like it. I begin to tell her that I can have my brother stitch me up but hell I am a man after all and I would rather have this hot nurse touching me than Sasquatch. I head to the shower and do what I have been told
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'Why did I just get all bossy with him?' I think to myself most men hate that but it was just the nursing side of me taking over. I was an emergency room nurse so I dealt with a lot of ugly scenes and had been for seven years. Right now I was taking my six weeks' vacation and should be traveling somewhere but I really just wanted to rest and be home.
I quickly ran to my own bathroom and showered off the sea water and opted to just reuse the over shirt. I had grown quite fond of it not to mention the owner. I wondered what he was going to think that I was still wearing it instead of washing it with rest of his clothes which I grabbed along with his wet boots and took to them wash room and I threw his clothes in the washer and quickly sprayed his boots down with a hose and put them under a heating lamp that I kept for washing and drying my shoes fast.
I headed back to my living room and started to pull what I needed out of my first aid kit and he came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist damn I shouldn't have put the beach towels in the guest bathroom. There were those sexy water droplets again. God help me.
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I was hurting more than I first noticed now that warm water fell over my body. The cut stung so I reached to touch it and it was a long and deep gash but I was so used to things like this to me it was just a scratch. My blood swirled down the drain. I poured holy water the best that I could onto the cut from my flask that I always carry in my duffle.
I thought about the woman waiting for me and I smiled isn't the hero always supposed to get the girl. This was reality and she probably had a boyfriend. Besides I still didn't know her name. I finished cleaning up and grabbed the biggest towel I could find and wrapped it snuggly around me I don't often parade around women in a towel but hey what choice did I have she had offered to wash my clothes.
I stepped into the living room and she was rummaging through her kit and I noticed that she had showered too but was still wearing my shirt. I had to smile too bad it was one of my favorites but she did make it look good.
"Before I let you go Nurse Ratched on me can I at least know your name?" I ask her with a smile. 'So I know what to scream when we're fu….oh come on Dean even you aren't that low.'
"So you've heard of my nursing nature." She replied grinning. "My name is Isabeau Tharoe."
"Isabeau?" I asked with a raised brow very unusual name.
"Yeah my parents watched Lady Hawke one too many times and you are?"
"Dean Winchester." I tell her my real name and I'm not sure why. "I was named after my grandmother."
"Alright Dean I know you can handle needles since you have that tattoo but I don't have anything to numb the area so it is going to hurt."
I laugh. "Don't worry Isabeau I'm wearing my big boy underpants." Then I realize that I'm not wearing any at the moment and I laugh again. "So do I have to worry about a boyfriend or a husband showing up and kicking my ass because we are dressed like this in your living room?"
She sighed a deep sigh and I see that she's had a bad relationship fail and recent too. I read people well most of the time.
"You have no worries." She mumbles. "Besides you look like you can handle a couple of guys all your own."
Just a slight ego boost I wonder if she realizes it?
I straddle a chair that she had put in the living room where she has the best lighting and I make sure the towel is offering optimum coverage. I lean my head onto the chair backrest and she begins to clean out the cut with that cold ass solution. I feel her wiping away the blood and cleaning some more. I barely even flinch, like I said just a scratch.
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Here I was in my living room with one of the hottest guys I have ever laid eyes on wearing nothing but his over shirt and he's wearing nothing but a towel talk about waking up in the rabbit hole.
He asked my name and referred to me as Nurse Ratched. I tell him my name and then he tells me his. Dean Winchester and I think good now I know what to call out when you're fu…alright Isabeau control your damn hormones.
He straddles the chair that I have put next to a desk lamp and I take a deep breath. Mr. Winchester has one of the sexiest backs that I have ever seen and I remember that he got hurt saving me.
I get to work cleaning and I wait for a hiss or a flinch but he doesn't even move and I wonder just how anyone gets used to this kind of pain. The cut reaches to the top of his shoulder so I have to basically stand right next to him to start stitching once again as I pass the needle through I wait for a reaction and nothing. He is one tough cookie and I want to eat him.
I'm grateful he isn't looking at my face because I never think things like this with strangers I'm the good girl and I want him to make me bad. I need to finish this up before I make a fool of myself.
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Isabeau stands very close to me as she works and I don't know what kind of soap or shampoo she used to clean up but she smells great. I have my head turned toward her and I really should turn away but I can't I stare and her lovely tanned thighs and I take a deep breath. I feel the needle go into my skin and I feel her hesitate then she continues. She is actually very good at this and I barely feel a thing.
She moves behind me and I can no longer see her but I feel her firm touch on my back and although it's not intended to be sexual I feel aroused as she lightly skims her fingers over my skin and I want her man do I want her and I am so glad I chose the big towel right now because that part of me that makes me the man is at complete attention. This is what happens when you go without so long one touch by a woman and your putty. What could I possibly say to make her want me without making her uncomfortable or have her thinking that this is all that I was after in the first place?
My answer comes unexpectedly as I feel her soft lips on the back of my neck. Houston we have lift off.
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The more I touch him the more I want him and isn't the damsel in distress entitled to give the hero her assets? I mean would he reject me if I like really touched him or kissed him?
My heart is beating like crazy but I want this man stranger or not and that's what makes it great, he saved me we have sex and he leaves I never see him again and I can tell this man is good at things like that. I feel him tremble slightly as I skim my fingers over his skin and I think that I have hurt him but a small sigh that comes from him makes me realize otherwise and I think fuck it and I take the plunge and kiss his neck and he moans softly. He turns his head to where I have more access to his neck I take that as my cue and I kiss his neck as he leans back into me and I now run my hands over his chest.
"Isabeau." He murmurs. "You don't have to do this."
"I know but I want to." I whisper into his ear and his whole body shudders and all I know is that I want to hear him say my name again and again.
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The way that she is kissing me makes me crazy but I don't want her to do anything that she'll regret later and I tell her she doesn't have to do this and as soon as she says that this is what she wants I am standing from the chair pulling her into a kiss and I think she's so adorable having to stand on the very end of her toes to reach my lips. I lean down to her running my hands up the side of her thighs until they are under the shirt and settled on her hips.
I feel her hands gliding over the towel and she finds my erection and she sighs.
"There's nothing small about you is there?"
"I'll be gentle." I kiss her neck.
"The hell with that." She laughs and runs her hand over me and I groan at the way I only seem to get harder. I begin to unbutton the shirt and I want my time with the sisters now and I hungrily suck on each nipple until they are straight with arousal. She moans my name and I eat it up. Why does a woman calling out your name during sex make you more turned on? I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me and I head to the bedroom.
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He stands from the chair to his full height and he's kissing me and I have to stand on my toes to reach him and I can see that amuses him but he leans down to help with the process and his lips oh my his lips are like honey. He's running his calloused hands deliciously over the outside of my thighs and he settles them on my hips and they cover most of them.
I run my hand over the bulge protruding invitingly from the towel and I am not disappointed. "There's nothing small about you is there?" I breathe into his lips.
"I'll be gentle." He says as he starts to kiss my neck.
"The hell with that." I laugh because I want to feel every bit of that weapon inside of me and as I touch him he only seems to get bigger. He huffs a laugh.
He eagerly unbuttons the shirt and he gives my breasts attention that I have never experienced in my life and I am so turned on, I moan his name and I sense that he wants that that he needs that and he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to the bedroom.
TBC
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There will be a plot in this story it's not all hot sexy Dean and Sam will make his appearance too.
